The crowd roars.
Out comes the king of the ring.
His silk robe draped over his massive shoulders,
He is looking for a fight.
But beneath those big gloved hands are the hands of a hero.
The hands of a man who never thought of just himself.
The hands that put George Foreman on his ***.
He floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee,
Yet nobody will ever top The Great Ali.

To my hero, and my father’s hero. Rest well.